You Can Owe Nothing, If You Give

My Truths Do Not Last Long In Me. Not As Long As Those That Are Not Mine.

He Who Makes A Paradise Of His Bread Makes A Hell Of His Hunger.

What Words Say Does Not Last. The Words Last. Because Words Are Always The Same, And What They Say Is Never The Same.

I Have Come One Step Away From Everything. And Here I Stay, Far From Everything, One Step Away.

When Everything Is Finished, The Mornings Are Sad.